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EADGBe ++++++ Fmaj7 320002 Gsus4 x02230 A9sus4 x05430 capo 1st fret
In the Ctime of my cFmaj7onfession, in the Chour of my deepest Fmaj7need When the Cpool of tears beFmaj7neath my feet Fflood every Gsus4newborn Fseed There's a Cdyin' voice Fmaj7within me Creaching out Fmaj7somewhere, CToiling in the Fmaj7danger and in the Fmorals Gsus4of despFair.
Don't have the incliG7nation to look Cback on any Fmistake, Like Cain, I now G7behold this chain of eCvents that I must Fbreak. F In the fCury of the Fmaj7moment I can Csee the Master's Fmaj7hand In eCvery leaf that Fmaj7trembles, in Fevery A9sus4grain of Csand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good = cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand. I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.